14 December 2012
We're all flowers in the garden of the world. Some of us daisies, happy and bright, People can be tulips, closed up tight, Some like 9 AMers waiting for the light.
You'd be an orchid. Wild and free, you grow abundantly. And as for me, I would be your bee.
Spreading joy, Loving the light, Not plain, not white, Colorful and bright.
Why an orchid you ask? Full of surprises, spattered with scarlet, A rose is just too perfect in every aspect, Tulips always stand up tall and straight.
So you are an orchid, wild and free, I'm your bee, loving you, And someday I hope all of you, Find your wonderful, wild orchid too.
Every Soul A Flower • Opuss № I